benji.

and i have reached
the end
of a tightly twisted rope and,
with this,
i do not know what words are left
to say.

my arms are worn
they fall
at my side and i surrender
all while
balancing, one foot just behind
the other.

if i take the last step
i think
it will be one of two ends:
that i
will love you and wait until you come back to me.
or that you have left me for good, and i must be stronger for it.